Chapter 2 #2
“Master Abbott saved me from my previous owner,” I told her.
“He saved all of us.” I looked to Abbott, knowing he knew what I wanted to say next.
I was unsure if it was okay and wanted permission.
He gave a tiny nod, so I told her, “He freed a couple of us, those strong enough to survive after a life of slavery. I’m not sure I’d be okay as a free man, and I believe my new Master knows this. ”
Her mind was still a jumble of thoughts. Mostly trying to figure out if this meant safety or danger to her, personally, but also shock that I was an actual slave.
“I’m learning lessons online, at my own pace,” I continued, “and the Master has tutors I can contact if I need more help. My old master made sure I could speak correct grammar, but I had no need of any other knowledge just to be a sex slave.”
Sex and blood, but she didn’t need to know the blood part yet.
“You’ll be in your room a few hours while Spencer and I handle some things,” Abbott told her.
“I can offer a pen and notepad if you’d like to write your thoughts, or a novel.
We have some ebook readers, and my people can download whatever you wish to read.
When the runner comes back with your watermelon, it’ll be cubed and placed in your refrigerator.
Is there anything else you have a taste for? ”
“Brownies and ice cream. Or maybe apple pie and ice cream? Or a Coke float. Can I watch TV?”
He shook his head. “Television time will be earned, and even then, the programs restricted. You’ll begin an exercise program soon and will have lessons to learn, but for today your choices are a book or the opportunity to journal your thoughts.
We have ice cream and Coke, I’ll have someone bring it to you shortly.
I’ll request the apple pie and ice cream for later, and you’ll get another smoothie in an hour.
Let the person who brings it know what you’d like for dinner.
You won’t get to dictate meals indefinitely, but we’ll do our best to accommodate you in the coming days while you detox. ”
I wondered if giving her a pen was a good idea because I worried she’d hurt herself. Abbott sent me an image of a felt tipped pen, specially designed so there were no edges strong enough to break human skin. Too much pressure would make the entire thing crumble to dust around the spongy ink center.
I relaxed. He knew what he was doing. It was going to be okay.
Holly’s muscles flexed as she fought the mental hold Abbott had on her legs. The scent of her fear permeated the room again.
“What have you done to me!? Why can’t I move?”
Fear turned to terror, but I couldn’t help her.
“Help! Help! Someone help me!”
“That’s enough.” Abbott’s voice was mild and no louder than normal conversation, but he put a little of his power into the words. She quieted immediately and looked at her empty glass.
Abbott lifted her water goblet and moved it a few inches closer. A subtle hint he’d like her to drink more.
“If you follow the rules and do as you’re told, you won’t be hurt.
Should we need to provide consequences for misbehavior, you’ll feel a great deal of pain, but you won’t be injured.
” He nodded to the wolf-guard in the doorway — a large, imposing man who looked like a bodybuilder.
“If you don’t want your toast or eggs, the guards will return you to your room.
Again, you can request an e-reader with popular books on it, or a specific book.
Read, don’t read, I care not today. However, if you purposefully break the electronic reader then you’ll be spanked like a child. ”
When she was gone, Master Abbott motioned to my plate. “Do you wish for more food?”
I only had a few pieces of bacon left, and I shook my head as I reached for a piece. “Just what’s left on my plate, but thank you for offering, Master.”
“You don’t need to call me Master with every sentence. You’ll figure out when it should be used, and I’ll be understanding while you work through it. However, for the time being, you’ll feel a magical shock when you use it and I don’t wish to hear it.”
“I’m sorry, Mas…” I stopped, squeezed my hands into fists, and started again. “I apologize for annoying you with it. I hope to learn your ways quickly so I can please you.”
“Tell me your rules.”
I was at a loss. Slaves have so many rules, there’s no way to number them.
He tried again. “The three things I’ve imposed on your will.”
Ah. “Not to harm anyone you claim or care about, including myself. Not to try to escape. Not to share supernatural secrets.”
“Correct. Those are your rules. Pleasing me isn’t a rule or an order.
I appreciate that you’ve chosen to follow my orders and are trying to please me, but you won’t be whipped if you explain to me why you aren’t comfortable following an order.
You have permission to speak at will. I hope you’ll use decorum around others, but I also hope you’ll relax and be informal when it’s just the two of us. ”
“You own me. You control my will.”
“I own you, yes. This means I could set you free if you hadn’t been turned into a wolf and blood-bonded all at once.
It’s my intention to give you as much freedom as you can handle, but only as you’re ready for it.
I could order you to exercise your free will, but I want you to work through it and figure it out on your own.
You have three rules and your wolf has one.
That’s it. You choose whether to follow other orders. ”
“Master, I—”
The magical jolt was fast, and over with before it even registered, but it hit every cell in my body and took my breath.
“I apologize, Mas…” I stopped myself before I said it again. I settled my palms on the table and looked at my nearly-empty plate. “It’s a deeply ingrained habit. I’m not disobeying on purpose.” Even then, I had to cut my words off before I called him Master again.
“I know you aren’t. The magical shock is a training tool and not punishment. You understand? I’m not angry, merely helping you learn.”
“I do. Thank you for helping me learn to please you.” I still couldn’t look at him. It felt so wrong to speak without using his title. He owned me. This wasn’t right.
He sighed. “I need to teach you to learn to please yourself, Spencer.”
I caught a hint of hunger and looked up, hopeful. “Can I feed you, my Mmm…” Damn, I almost said it again.
“I would like nothing more than to feed from you, but not as my slave.”
I shook my head. “But, I am your slave. You own me.”
“Tell me how new slaves were detoxed in your former home, and the part you played in helping.”
A change of subject, then.
“Master knocked them out and put them in the sweathouse for an hour. He woke them, and we brought them out and gave them enemas to clean them out and then another with a Bardex so it would stay in and hydrate them. The ones with long hair worth salvaging, we oiled their hair before putting them back in the sweathouse. An hour in, and then out to add to their enema and check them over. I don’t know what was in the solution, but I was told it was calories plus whatever was needed so the water would absorb into their bloodstream.
We used a half-cup per quart of water — most men got four quarts to start, most women got three quarts. ”
I sighed, remembering. “They were in the sweathouse for six hours, on their sides or stomachs, and someone came in to add to their enema every hour so they’d have plenty of fluid in them to sweat out.
At the end of their six hours we let them relieve themselves, and they were given three hours outside the sweathouse to nap before they were given another enema with a Bardex and put back into the sweathouse another six hours.
The process continued for days. They weren’t fed because they got calories from the enemas. ”
“I’ve done the fast detox thing with an IV method — giving calories and fluids, but we allowed food too, if they asked for it.” Abbott sighed. “Doing it with enemas broke them faster, I suppose.”
I nodded. “It did. A private function they’d always controlled was taken from them. First steps to understanding what it means to be owned.” My mind went to my own intake experience and the ways I’d been broken.
“I’m told you still ask for them. They aren’t required here.”
“I can’t go without them.” I cut myself off just before I called him Master. “I haven’t since I was taken into his household. I’m miserable if I don’t get cleaned out.”
“Werewolves can heal from anything. I’ve ordered someone to help you with them every other day so you won’t be uncomfortable, but eventually we’ll work past it.”
“I don’t understand what service I’m to perform for you.” Master. I knew he could hear my thoughts and I knew I was probably skating on thin ice, but it wasn’t right to speak without acknowledging who he was to me. Who we were to each other. Master and slave. Owner and owned.
“Tell me about your daily schedule under the former Master of the City.”
“I was sex and food at night. Either a gift to one of his friends, a reward to an employee for a job well done, or I was on the schedule to be paid for by a customer. Someone turned me into my wolf and right back to human before dawn, to heal me from whatever I had to endure during the night. I was fed, I helped clean up, and was sent to bed. Upon awakening, I was expected to help the slave trainers with the newest recruits. Thankfully, they never made me rape them. I did my best to give advice so they’d understand their new life and how best to survive.
” I sighed. “I was given enemas in the evening, fed, lubed, and then sent to whoever would fuck me and bleed me. Or, sent to the fuckboy stables so I could be fucked and bled all night by dozens and dozens of men.” I didn’t mention the nights of torture I endured from the men who paid extra for a wolf who could take a great deal of damage without dying.
Master Abbott had been in my head. He knew.
“And here’s what I want you to learn from me. Are you listening?”
“I am.” Master.
“I want you to figure out how to live your life and not merely survive it.”.
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